A light wind whipped through an open field, dancing on the woman's lightly tanned skin. The usually beautiful sunset was masked by black clouds….it would rain soon, she knew, but it was unlikely she would go in. The soft grass of an open meadow provided something almost like a cushion for the demon slayer to rest on. Spread out in the vastness of such a space, she could say she felt vunerable, though it seemed she felt that way all the time nowadays. As the light rain soaked through her clothes, she heard Miroku calling. Sango did not move. So the monk came and stood above her, looking a bit concerned.
"Sango?" There was silence from her "You should go inside. You could get sick" But the taijaya only sighed, pulling herself up on her elbows. By this time, Miroku feared something was seriously wrong with her. "Please answer me. You're like the living dead out here"
"Am I?" Slight amusment snuck it's way into her tone."I was actually thinking about not living at all" Sango's voice was far off and distant. Miroku replied with worry and sadness heavy in his voice.
"Sango! No! You can't die….you just….I'll get Inuyasha and Kagome! Hold on!"
"What makes you think I'm talking about dying? I'm talking about simply fading into the wind….dissolving….there's a thin line between living and dying. Few tend to acknowledge how truly thin the line is. To everyone else….you die, and you don't exist. But I don't think that's true. Once your dead, it can't be it. Your memory is still alive, right? And….look at my brother. He's existing…but he isn't alive. I'll walk the line"
"Why, Sango, why would you wish to do something like that? You'll never laugh, never feel the sun in all it's glory…never hear the birdsong….never feel nor give love"
"There's no point in it. I am unloved."
"How do you know?"
"I just do….no-one loves me. I lost it all"
"I do" Miroku's expression paled, like he had let something slip. Something important. And he lay down next to her, drawing her closer to him. Sango was speechless at first, but after a minute or two she spoke.
" I love you too"
They lay there ignoring the rain and the smell of ramen and Kagome calling for them. This was, as Miroku put it, feeling the sun in all it's glory, even in the middle of a storm.
A/N: This little scene came to me last night while I was thinking. One of those random inspiration thingys. I;m so descriptive, aren't I? On another note, I would recommend you to read 'A Thin Line' By MikariStar. it talks about lines...and I though oif the line between alive and dead...so, yeah, anyway.